Daria Porn Story: Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 2

“Could they
make the holidays any more vulgar?” Daria asked as the next
commercial came on.

“I hope so.” Jane
replied with a smirk.

Daria sat up. “What?”

Jane shrugged. “The more debased they
become, the less reason to celebrate them, and the less reason for my
family to get together, until presto! I’m finally alone on
Thanksgiving with a TV dinner.”

“Sometimes
I wonder if you’re too cynical, even for me.”

Jane
thought of the long-ago conversation she’d had with Daria about the
holidays. Currently, it was the day before Thanksgiving and she was
by herself. True, Trent was due back that day, but since her parents
had left on a trip to Belize together that morning, at most, it would
be her and Trent for the holiday. Her father had gotten a job
photographing for a travel brochure and her mother had taken the
opportunity to study the local crafts. Remembering the last time all
the Lanes had come home, she thought it was probably for the best.

Daria was at Raft, having chosen to stay over the holidays.
Jane assumed she was busy with classes and papers and her job at the
library and figured that was why she hadn’t come home. Probably
enjoying time away from her whacked-out family, too. At least,
she hoped so. They had drifted apart since Daria had left. Jane
emailed and called occasionally, but Daria was always busy.

“What
about if Trent died? Would you come back for a visit then?”
She’d joked when Daria told her she wasn’t coming home for
Thanksgiving. Daria hadnt appreciated the humor.

Jane heard
the mail drop and went to go see whom they owed money this month.
Seeing a letter with an unusual postage stamp, she opened it first.Dear Mr. and/or Mrs. Lane and/or Who It May
Concern:

Oh, God.

Jane sank to
the floor. It wasn’t uncommon to get random letters about her
siblings’ activities, but this was the one she’d always dreaded.Possible relation…found current address of
next-of-kin…regret to inform you of the death of Ms. Penny Lane…

Jane felt the tears start to well. They’d never been close as
sisters, and she only saw her once every few years, but to hear of a
sibling’s death in such a way…

Her parents’ flight had left
that morning. Why couldn’t this have come yesterday? She didnt
want to deal with this alone, and prayed Trent would be home soon.

Jane wandered to her room and flicked on the TV, hoping for a
distraction.

“…local news, an apparent murder-suicide
in Orangevale, a mother of four murdered her children then took her
own life, in a horrible act that’s left neighbors in shock.”

“I ain’t shocked! Those kids were always runnin’ away,
she couldn’t control ’em. You ask me, I think the woman finally
snapped, killed ’em then herself.” A dumpy woman in a magenta
tracksuit spoke to the camera.

“Police say there was a
suicide note. No names are available until the family of the deceased
is contacted.”

Jane felt a cold chill creep down her
spine. Summer lived in Orangevale.

“In other news, this
morning’s tragic crash of TransAirways flight 928 just off the coast
of Belize has grounded flights all over the country. It is not known
at this time what caused…”

Jane ran out of the room,
down the stairs into the kitchen to the note her mother had
scribbled.

TransAirways-928

No.

Jane
crumpled the note in her hand. No. This wasn’t happening. She had not
lost her parents and older sister all in the same day.

She
emptied the junk drawer onto the floor, frantically searching for the
small address book. Finding the number, she grabbed the phone. She
had to dial three times before she got it.

“Hello?”

“Hello! Is this Bill?” A male voice had answered
and Jane desperately tried to remember the name of Summer’s latest
live-in. “I need to talk to Summer. Is she there?”

Numbly, Jane hung up the phone, ignoring the voice still
talking. She ran through the address book, looking for Wind’s number.
She dialed, about to launch into hysterics when she heard some thing
pick up.

“Jane,
that is so not funny. I told you I cant come home for
Thanksgiving. I have three papers due and Im late for my shift at
the library. Ill call you back later.”

“DARIA!”
Jane screamed as the dial tone clicked on.

She sobbed,
somehow managing to get the phone back into the cradle. It rang
almost instantly.

She grabbed it, thinking Daria had realized
she wasn’t kidding.

“Is this Mr. or Mrs. Lane?”

Jane closed her eyes. It sounded like a cop. They want to
talk to me about Summer.

“They’re uh,” Jane
swallowed, “not here right now.”

“Who am I
speaking to?”

“Jane, their daughter. Youngest
daughter,” she added quickly.

“Miss Lane, I hate to
tell you this over the phone but your brother Trent was involved in a
car accident. He was,” The cop cleared his throat, “pronounced
dead on the scene. We need someone to positive ID…”

Jane
dropped the phone.

Suddenly she recalled that when looking
for something for breakfast, the only thing she’d found was an
ancient turkey TV dinner in the freezer. An insane laugh escaped her
lips, rising in pitch until it filled the house.